1. A gazelle crossed the valley of Ghawir
I would ransom that gazelle wandering in Ghawir

2. They said, "Write poetry about him," I said, "My poem
Is about the intimacy in his beautiful neck and hand

3. The wind blows from his flowers' buttons
My eyes covetously watch his flowers

4. His ear blocks out any news he senses among the roses
A mounted scout, his heart fears the watch of the hunter

5. Fareed appeared like the full moon in the mansion of his beauty
And none but the moon in the sky is like Fareed

6. If shyness confronted him about his love
He would don rose garlands on his cheeks

7. And he shows the ardent heart a sight
Of white cheeks below black curly hair

8. I stand and plunge into his love as if
When I sober up I walk in chains

9. Many, if they counted his soldiers against me
Few, if they counted my soldiers against him

10. If the wine of his inclination flows freely
I say to the swarms of tears, “Flow!”

11. If my heart were iron in love for him
While he has a hand other than iron

12. O brother of the moon, love has humiliated me intensely
And were it not for you, love would not be so intense